YOU AND I ALONG WITH THE VALLEY OF COLOUR

YOU AND I ALONG WITH THE VALLEY OF COLOUR 
-Samadarshi kainla 

Between the ambivalence and ambsace 
Between the dead land and cactus land 
Between the conception and reception 
Between the primrose and prism 


COGNITIONITY = HUE 
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+ + + 
Your first presence 
As essence- 
on the glacial highland/terra-firma 
Of my solitary heart’s physical geography. 


In fact, 
I assumed you that- 
Let me juxtapose 
Scarlet primrose ! 
Which will, though for a moment- freely, be blossoming 
In frigid frosty morning. 

Slowly and slowly 
Merely and merely and merely 
Alas !!!!!!!!! 
On quest of fate of ‘MIDAS’ 
You left to the city 
Along with velocity that’s veracity 

In metropolis city, 
Just like levity 
The flowers which had been dying 
Tranquilly crying and crying 
On the flower-pot at terrace 
without gardener and dead-race. 

CORPSE OF PHILANTHROPISM ! 
ON PRISM – SAYS, ‘’LET THE DAY PERISH ! LET THE DAY PERISH ! 
LET THE PERISH !’’ 

The juvenile of flowers that who thieves ???? 
Of late, merely existence of dead leaves !!! 
Along with old living intensity ! 
In mirage’s capital city. 

At last, 
You’ll also be dead leaf 
And, the city won’t be able 
To pick you up and throw out 
So, you ‘ll have sweet nostalgia 
As Scarlet primrose ! 

So,dead foliages are l-a—c—I-n—I-a—t—I-n---g- 
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Around the gloaming and roaming- 
The blizzard will inevitably come and sing 
Your death song ! 
How did you live is -an absolute wrong ! 

Nevertheless, You’ve presented me quantum of solace 
That why and how can I deface ? 
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LET ME CRY BUT DO NOT LET ME DIE 
LET ME FRY BUT DO NOT LET ME EAT HUMBLE PIE 
+ 
COGNITIONITY = HUE 
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( I have deliberatedly created this poem on the basis of COLOURISM under the name of Basanti Sherstha -one of my bosom friends- and dotingly dedicated to her )